Showing posts with label Candy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Candy. Show all posts

Friday, March 2, 2012

10 Flashbacks to Childhood Candy in the 70’s



1. Lik-A-Stix

  So you had this thing with three connected pouches, filled with what was essentially flavored sugar, and then this long, flat “stick” that looked like somebody had stepped on a piece of chalk. You took the stick, you picked a pouch, and you shoved said stick into the powdery goodness until it was nicely coated. Then you went after that stick with your mouth like you were trying out for the sequel of “Debbie Does Dallas”.

  This was great fun until the powder levels got too low in the pouches, and then your stick would present you with increasingly-disappointing levels of pure energy. Which meant, of course, that you would then have to up-end the pouches into your desperate mouth, because we were not about to waste any of that mess. Trouble is, being children, we were relatively uncoordinated and the powder would get everywhere, all over our faces, making us look like clowns on crack.

2. Now and Laters

  These were like little squares of especially resilient taffy that came individually-wrapped in a little row of packaging which advertised that the contents contained candy jewels that would last forever. This was a fascinating concept to the childhood mind. Something sweet that you could eat for the rest of your life? I must immediately snatch up one of these packages and pester Mommy about it until she gives in.

  And, somewhat true to the promised duration of the sugary pleasure, it did indeed take some time to get these things down, unless you happened to have jaws of steel or simply didn’t bother to chew things before swallowing. You would chew for a bit, suck for a bit while your aching baby teeth rested, and then chew some more. Sometimes you would eventually succeed with consumption, other times you would get bored and just chunk the gooey wad under the couch.

3. Wax Lips

  These little items were exactly that, hunks of “edible” wax manipulated to look like human lips. Well, lips that had taken a dip in the collagen pool a time or two. We would shove these things in our mouths and then run around pretending to be somebody else, like movie stars or cheerleaders. Trouble is, you couldn’t really talk when you had the wax in your mouth. Or breathe, actually. So the entertainment factor was somewhat limited after about three minutes.

  Yes, you could theoretically eat them, but no one really enjoyed this angle very much, as the flavor was comparable to chewing on an unscented candle, and just as pointless. More castoffs for the candy graveyard under the couch.

4. Pop Rocks

  Despite the enticing rumors, Mikey the Cereal Boy did not perish whilst consuming this treat, although it was great fun to contemplate candy that could kill. And while the candy, once placed in the mouth, did not quite reach the supposed explosive results that were hinted at in advertising, there was definitely something going on, creating a mildly-startling semblance of crackling and movement, thusly keeping children occupied for a good few minutes and leaving them satisfied.

  Unless you were one of those little urchins who suddenly discovered that you did not care, at all, for the sensation of something unholy squirming about on your tongue. Who knows how often the insides of a wood-paneled station wagon were rudely coated with Pop Rocks residue when an unpleased child could not get the window rolled down fast enough.

5. Gold Nugget Bubble Gum

  After forking over your coinage, you were presented with a little white fabric pouch, with its very own drawstring, containing bits of coated chewing gum that had been processed by some machine to look like something somebody found in one of those gold rushes back in the day. This was a win-win situation, as not only did you get something you could chew annoyingly for an extended amount of time (something children cherish), but you also had a clever tiny satchel wherein you could later stash small objects of great value to your young mind.

  Downside? There was something wrong with the flavor of that gum. And some of the “nuggets” were tiny little bits of relative nothing, so you often had to use up half the bag to get a decent chew. And since now everybody had a treasure bag for holding miniscule cherished keepsakes, bags that looked exactly the same, mistakes would often be made about which bag belonged to whom, thusly resulting in intense, heated sibling altercations that would last for years to come.

6. Laffy Taffy

  Yet another entry in the “how else can we make a buck off of essentially the same candy” line of product promotion. I was personally disappointed at this particular effort. Yes, it was candy, so of course I would eat it, because God wanted me to do so. But still, the advertising for this product, in the form of jovial cartoon fruits, gave the impression that I would laugh hysterically with each bite. This did not happen. Instead, I just chewed. A lot.

7. Candy Cigarettes

  This one is kind of a shock, reflecting back. But these things were all the rage in the decade of plaid polyester. Hey kids, guess what? You can have your very own pack of cigarettes, just like Mom and Dad! Okay, yes, you can’t actually light these little tubes of compressed sugar, but we took the time to add a little bit of pink coloring to one end so you can pretend that they are burning. Now run out and buy a pack so you can psychologically train for a future addiction!

8. Chuckles

  These were basically square gum drops, although they did have a more robust sugar coating and a somewhat stronger flavor. And they were certainly colorful. But again, I was disappointed at the advertising promise of instant jocularity, this time in the form of a manic clown. Sadly, I did not laugh whilst consuming, I only gained weight that forced Mom to shop in the “husky” section of Wal-Mart. And that clown ended up being something you yelled your order toward at the local franchise of a drive-thru restaurant.

9. Bazooka Gum

  These little squares of long-term chewiness were accompanied by your very own tiny comic strip, a little thing you could fold out and peruse as the sugar hit your bloodstream and eventually convinced you to act inappropriately and get yelled at by adult people. Most of the jokes in the strips were amazingly lame, but as a budding scholar, I appreciated any gift of literature I might receive. But what the hell was up with that weird chalky coating on those little squares of gum? Something wasn’t right there.

10. Blow-Pops

  This was a mind-blowing creation at the time. Listen up, you screaming and hyperventilating little urchins, we have a double candy for you. We start off with a lovely flavored sucker. Yes, it’s a little big for some of your mouths, and it has that odd, protruding band around the equator that feels a little strange on your tongue and can catch on your teeth. But that’s because we’ve hidden an extra special prize inside. Sugar-drenched, chemically-altered bubble gum!

  So get to suckin’, tiny tater tots. And eventually you will reach the treasure within. Sure, we should have realized that some of you wouldn’t be able to wait, and would start chewing on the sucker before the proper time, making it feel like you’re trying to ingest broken glass in a tar ball, but hey, bad things can happen when you’re unsupervised because your parents are stoned and watching “Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman” in the other room. The room with the swag lamps, the shag carpet and a TV that only has three channels. And a crushed-velvet couch with an amazing amount of discarded candy globs underneath it.


Cheers.

Friday, November 11, 2011

10 Things To Do With All That Irritating Left-Over Halloween Candy




1. Create an imaginary friend.

  This really isn’t that hard. Based on the information we’ve received from watching Disney movies and purchasing discount children’s books at the supermarket, all it takes to whip up something magical is a bit of imagination and some really good drugs. Use licorice whips for limbs and popcorn balls for heads, and you’re already halfway there. Add some accessories fashioned out of jellybeans and, presto, you have a new companion.

  Now you can drive in the carpool lane with complete abandon. If some fool police officer pools you over with questions, you can accuse him of being discriminatory towards minorities. (Sugar people have feelings, too!) Write his badge number down, this always makes them have second thoughts.

2. Determine if it’s really possible to slip into a sugar coma.

  People always make jokes about this, but it’s something that we should investigate so that we know the facts if we ever get called into a court of law. Round up some high-density sugar products and throw them all into your mouth, then turn on the TV and watch Fox News. If you don’t find yourself outraged at the lies spilling forth from the air-brushed commentators, then you clearly have slipped into a medically-inert, useless state that is detrimental to the progress of modern society. Make notes for your eventual blog post, and then go vote.

3. Teach uppity neighborhood children about the facts of life.

  You know those obnoxious kiddos who think it’s just fine to ride their over-priced bikes through your delicately-tended garden of Easter Lilies on the front lawn? It’s time to take those bitches down. First, throw some of those “bite-size” candy bars into the freezer and wait for them to turn into pellets of pain. Then proceed to your front porch and wait, pretending to be brushing away the cobwebs in the corners. When Little Damien comes hurtling through the stratosphere with a war-cry of destruction, smack him in the head with your frozen ammunition. He’ll think twice in the future.

4. Make a Casserole of Doom that will give you more free time.

  Ever notice how so many candy products these days are made of that mysterious hardened-gelatin chewy mess? (We’re talking Dots, Tootsie Rolls, Laffy Taffy.) Plop a bunch of that crap in a baking dish, charbroil it in the oven, and then serve it to your family at meal-time with a nice peppercorn-rhubarb glaze. They will never ask you to cook again, giving you ample time to sample all those Whiskey-of-the-Month bottles that have been piling up in your “special pantry”.

5. Get you some lovin’.

  Tired of having to think of creative ways to get your partner to hit all the bases and make a mutually-satisfying homerun? No problem. Nearly everybody loves chocolate. (If they don’t, break off the relationship immediately, there’s no point in continuing with that mess.) Put on something flimsy, accent all of your targeted body parts with bon-bons, arrange yourself artfully in the boudoir, and then begin purring with the need for salvation. Either your toes will be curling within minutes, or a worker from the Humane Society will arrive to throw you in a cage. Roll the dice.

6. Improve the market-value of your home.

  Having a wee bit of a problem with the foundation of your house settling in unsatisfactory and costly ways? No worries. Locate the fault point, and shove in several bags of Jolly Ranchers. Those things are bricks of invincibility unless they get wet. Of course, if it does rain, you’re screwed, so get that house on the market before monsoon season.

7. Torment the cat.

  Felines cannot resist the sound of crackly plastic wrapping. Gather up all those bite-size treats (we know your cheap ass didn’t buy any of the full-size candy bars), put them in a bowl and place it just out of reach of Little Fluffy. When you get bored, reach in and stir that crap around. Fluffy will go insane trying to get at the bowl, and this can amuse you for hours. (Side Note: In case Fluffy eventually contacts the SPCA, practice saying “I have no idea how that bowl got there” in front of the mirror so you will sound convincing in court.)

8. Extend the holiday festivities.

  Who says you have to stop giving candy out after the 31st? Keep the spirit alive, and avoid awkward front-door encounters in the process. Some fool wants to know if you’ve found Jesus? An unwashed person wants to repaint your house number on the curb? A sleazy campaign worker wants you to support a candidate whose publicity photo just screams “pedophile“? Hand these people some stale candy and slam the door.

  (Side Note: If you should happen to run out of candy before your enjoyment of this activity has been depleted, start handing people your overdue bills. Eventually some misguided idiot will actually pay one.)

9. Use the remaining candy to justify your natural inclination to procrastinate.

  Any time a family member hints that maybe you should get off your ass and do something around the house, simply point to the mounds of unclaimed candy and proclaim that you can’t bear to do a thing until the sugar has found a home. It just wouldn’t be socially responsible. Then retire to a convenient swooning couch in front of the TV, placing one delicate arm over your forehead and moaning about the horrid burdens of trying to do the right thing in life. Work this right, and you won’t have to get off the couch until Christmas.

10. Just eat all the candy yourself.

  This is what you really wanted to do anyway. Godspeed.